Ephemeral installation built out of sand. Every summer was like that. Making the most of every last ray of sunshine, with sand up to my fingernails. Building without conditions, knowing that the next day it would be gone. The magic of the sea, its lulling sound, and the apple juice cartons. Rada Tilly is the place that witnessed my story. Through its materiality, I decided to tell it my fears and let the sea, the wind, the rain, and the people carry them away.